>>15510643"She certainly has a lot of energy, doesn't she?"
You turn to your right, Miss has already caught up to you. So far, from what you can make out, she doesn't seem peeved at all by the brownie, "Uh, y-yeah, really jump and stuff, I have a feeling she's going to be a handfu-"
"Try not to let it deter you." she interrupts you and walks on ahead, but of course you question her words.
"Eh?"
She stops, "Try not to stray too far away from your objectives. You always have to remember that at the end of the day, you still have a promise to repay to someone, don't forget what you need to do most, everything else is simply icing on the cake. Keep your goals in check."
She makes way to accompany Shauna at the gate.
You'd follow them too, but a ranting chef just outside the gates catches your attention.
"God. God, god, GOD, I'm surrounded by buffoons. PIG-EATING AMERICANS ALL OVER THE DAMN JOINT. Starting to PISS me off, gets RIGHT up my arse, can't even handle a simple, BLOODY CAT ATTACK. I freaking HATE CATS! They need to FUCK OFF!"
Another guy with another dilemma for you to solve, how wonderful! You approach him with a demeanor that's built to be the exact opposite of his, "Why hello toiletmouth! What seems to be the issue here?"
Rather than yell at you like he would one of his own stupid cooks, he realizes you're just a little kid, his approach is more cold than rage-filled, "OHHH, wouldn't you like to freaking know, kid..."
He leans against the emergency exit leading into the cafe. He puts his face in his hands, and pulls at his hair. He says, this time with a more depressed 'we've entered the point of no return' tone, "I've had a bloody terrible day, all I saw in that kitchen, bloody fucking raw, never seen so much raw in my life..."
>Objective: TALK TO THE BLOODY CHEF, YOU FUCKING PIGA) "You should just take things slow, you need to relaaaaaaaax!"
B) "Why the hell was everything raw?"
C) "What cat-attack?"
